[ He doesn't believe that first statement for an instant. Instead, he just modifies his understanding that apparently such humiliation was far more common here than it should be.
His eyes remain wide, a hint of shock in his expression as he unconsciously stays pressed close to the only familiar person in this strange place. He would hardly claim Basch was ‘safe’ by any stretch of the imagination - in his current thinking, anyway - but he was the only known in a much larger unknown than he realized he’d be facing when he stepped outside.
He thought he’d find a chance to escape, to flee, or better yet to turn the tables and maybe coax support or a rescue of some sort. Not… this. Not the realization that there would be no rescue, no help to be found outside those walls. The understanding that what Basch had brought him to was not only common, but expected.
And as he grew more and more aware of the hungry gazes watching his movements, taking note of the lack of a leash connecting him to Basch’s hand like every other pair they passed, he became more and more aware of the fact that insisting on coming out might have placed him in far more danger. Especially when some pause their movements, or even look as if they intend to follow, or approach.
His flinch has him running into Basch’s back, not realizing his pace had slowed as they passed a few street carts. ]
Try what?!
[ he intends that to sound more angry than it does, since his voice just sounds uneasy. He glares at someone nearby he stop to ogle him with an assessing gaze that makes his skin crawl. There’s a cold, cruel light in his gaze that Sylvain recognizes all too well and his breath catches, fingers curling into fists at his side. What he wears currently hides very little from that hungry gaze and he feels goosebumps shiver over his skin in dread. ]
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Date: 2024-09-28 04:23 pm (UTC)His eyes remain wide, a hint of shock in his expression as he unconsciously stays pressed close to the only familiar person in this strange place. He would hardly claim Basch was ‘safe’ by any stretch of the imagination - in his current thinking, anyway - but he was the only known in a much larger unknown than he realized he’d be facing when he stepped outside.
He thought he’d find a chance to escape, to flee, or better yet to turn the tables and maybe coax support or a rescue of some sort. Not… this. Not the realization that there would be no rescue, no help to be found outside those walls. The understanding that what Basch had brought him to was not only common, but expected.
And as he grew more and more aware of the hungry gazes watching his movements, taking note of the lack of a leash connecting him to Basch’s hand like every other pair they passed, he became more and more aware of the fact that insisting on coming out might have placed him in far more danger. Especially when some pause their movements, or even look as if they intend to follow, or approach.
His flinch has him running into Basch’s back, not realizing his pace had slowed as they passed a few street carts. ]
Try what?!
[ he intends that to sound more angry than it does, since his voice just sounds uneasy. He glares at someone nearby he stop to ogle him with an assessing gaze that makes his skin crawl. There’s a cold, cruel light in his gaze that Sylvain recognizes all too well and his breath catches, fingers curling into fists at his side. What he wears currently hides very little from that hungry gaze and he feels goosebumps shiver over his skin in dread. ]